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An interest in past life and extinct culture became her passion
Led her ultimately to take up a research project in Archaeology
After studying the course of early history of world civilization
She decided to delve into the obscure subject of Roman pottery.

Of the discovered shards of many motifs and various forms 
The class of ‘terra sigillata’ pottery fascinated her the most 
The ceramic table wares had an exquisite finish and gloss
Their possession could have made Roman noblemen boast.

Her research demanded she should understand and learn
How potteries of this kind in recent times are made by hand
After a long search she found an artisan in a remote town
Who in his home made the ceramic wares of his own brand.

He set the wobbling wooden pottery wheel to slowly turn
The lump of shapeless and sticky clay between his palms
Started to take shape in curves of the designated pattern
Replicating the rippling contours of his moving strong arms.

As she watched him work sitting for many days close together
She felt fluid love creeping in and taking a shape in her heart
Like the clay lump being molded by his deftly moving fingers  
She wished them to caress the curves of all her body parts.

So she wanted him to teach her how to turn clay into a mold
Wrapping her around he guided her hands and nimble fingers
Taught her how to make for uncontained love a vase to hold
She wished the romantic grip of his hands would last longer.

The touch of his bare skin sent in her waves of sensuous signal
She looked into his amorous eyes in silent acknowledgement
Like clay shaping on the turning wheel their lives would spiral
Pottery research forgotten on Roman honeymoon they went.

September 30, 2017

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